C75 Chapter 75

It was already noon, but the sky was still a dull, heavy gray, and the wind had even picked up.

Wan Qiqi huddled in a corner, shivering. She missed the trench coat hanging in her closet—she desperately needed something to block the biting wind. But she couldn’t just conjure up a random coat out of thin air.

People in this time were deeply superstitious